It was foretold, huh? [ That doesn't really disturb him, but the booming voice rattles his bones. ] Are you going to end the world if I set you free?
[ The god upheld his end of the bargain, and answered Mo Ran's questions. He should offer the same in return. He can see the spear, and walks closer to grasp it. It would be so easy to pull out or press in deeper.
How odd to hold the life of a god in his hands. Mo Ran's eyes flash purple, and he wavers. He should do what was promised and stay true to his word.
But this god threatens them all if he is set free. The kindness of Lan Wangji, such that it is, of his brother, the people he's talked to here. He has a duty to them that comes before upholding his end of a bargain.
And he doesn't want this god to be free. Anger still burns in him, but anger is a familiar curse to bear. Part of him wants to shove the spear further, wants to— ]
I can offer you a sort of freedom.
[ Maybe? Can a god ever truly die? The spear likely won't do much, he knows, but it's something.
He tightens his grip, pulling up, almost as though he was going to pull it from the god's side. Only to push it back down, deeper into his side, his body weight guiding him. ] Just not the freedom you want. [ He lets go then, calling forth his whip, a blaze of red in his hands. ]
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[ The god upheld his end of the bargain, and answered Mo Ran's questions. He should offer the same in return. He can see the spear, and walks closer to grasp it. It would be so easy to pull out or press in deeper.
How odd to hold the life of a god in his hands. Mo Ran's eyes flash purple, and he wavers. He should do what was promised and stay true to his word.
But this god threatens them all if he is set free. The kindness of Lan Wangji, such that it is, of his brother, the people he's talked to here. He has a duty to them that comes before upholding his end of a bargain.
And he doesn't want this god to be free. Anger still burns in him, but anger is a familiar curse to bear. Part of him wants to shove the spear further, wants to— ]
I can offer you a sort of freedom.
[ Maybe? Can a god ever truly die? The spear likely won't do much, he knows, but it's something.
He tightens his grip, pulling up, almost as though he was going to pull it from the god's side. Only to push it back down, deeper into his side, his body weight guiding him. ] Just not the freedom you want. [ He lets go then, calling forth his whip, a blaze of red in his hands. ]